PERCEPTIONS OF REALITY

death chases us in the midst of the night
we turn and run and fill with fright
fate slows us down and holds on tight
the light of day dont seem so bright
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we declare our loves and let the dove fly
declare empty vows till the day we die
then the question will echo and resound
why? the question has a cold hard sound
we search our whole lives, to find that person
we fight a bloody war that cannot be won
you find that person to fill your heart
only one day to be torn apart
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we lead death on a mery chase
untill the day we see its face
ebony fingers that stretch and reach
as the reverend still stands to preach

*~~Justin~~*
aka
Blood_Red-Tears